[one made of ice cannot touch another of fire] she traces just outside his circumference, steps b a c k when his flickers s w a y her way; melting just enough to know what warm feels like. Continue reading she threatened to change the climate
I was taught love was the wrong details of an oil painting. — the image: a blanket wrapped around a stranger in a desert night, desperately trying to keep warm by a fire. — I was taught the only way for anyone to love me was for them to light me ablaze stack of kindling Destroyed by lover’s presence. — I longed for that feeling. … Continue reading blanket beats fire
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